Thursday, January 27, 2011

I have a Spectacular Spouse. I won't go into detail, because, like, duh, most of that detail is private. Just take my word and believe that I have a Spectacular Spouse. Today Spouse and I turned eleven. We turned eleven in 2011. Do you think that was planned? Of course. We scheduled this wedding in that year 2000 so that we could remember the number of years endured just by looking at the year in Anno Domini.

If you look real close, you can find me.

That's pretty much my designated spot -- way back behind.

I had to work on this Anniversary evening, so Spouse took the day off from work. We skied uphill, then turned in for a True Grit* matinee. It was a great day. (And it's not even over yet! Wink-wink, nudge-nudge, know-what-I-mean?)

* That True Grit was something else wasn't it? The dialogue? The surprises? The suspense? The Jeff Bridges? A Spectacular show on a Spectacular Anniversary with a Spectacular Spouse.

So here we are. Eleven in oh-eleven.

Dearest, Spouse, Schnookums, Hunny-Buns -- let's do it all over again, shall we?